Published: March 2, 2025
Luck once again stood on Mr. Winter's side.
However, unfortunately, this luck did not extend to Mrs. Winter.
As the blade light faded, Mr. Winter, who had narrowly survived amidst the clash of blade auras, suddenly stopped in his tracks.
He trembled as he raised his hand; at that moment, his right hand still felt warm, but it was stained with something sticky.
The weight in his hand had decreased by more than half, and when Mr. Winter effortlessly raised his right hand to his eyes, he saw his wife's body reduced to only half...
Blood was dripping, and on the half of her face that remained, there was an expression of unbearable pain. Her body, torn apart, continued to tremble involuntarily due to cellular instinct, but the thick liquid mixed with internal organs, brain matter, and blood easily shattered Mr. Winter's vague hope.
He was indeed lucky.
However, in this battlefield, luck ultimately belonged to only a select few...
A dazed expression suddenly appeared; at that moment, Mr. Winter felt a chaotic fog in his mind. His eyes darted around, and his head twisted as he looked at his surroundings—this was a precursor to mental collapse!
In this state, before long, Mr. Winter would become like those around him, those who knew only killing and destruction until the end of their lives...
Until the cries pulled Mr. Winter back from the depths of hell to reality.
Little Winter in his arms was crying restlessly, a sound so painful it felt like the wails of an injured beast. Hearing his son’s cries, Mr. Winter suddenly jolted, his eyes instantly regaining clarity, as if he found his only remaining purpose...
"My son... my son, he’s still alive..."
A mad whisper escaped from Mr. Winter’s mouth. He swallowed deeply, shaking off his wife’s remains from his right hand, and then looked ahead.
Ahead stood the culprit responsible for all of this, leaning on his war blade, squinting. The cold light emerging from his eyes made Mr. Winter shiver. He slowly retreated, seemingly wanting to distance himself from the warrior before him, but a sudden force from behind pushed Mr. Winter’s body forward.
Even though Kamen had dealt a devastating blow, one undeniable fact remained.
In Kamen’s hands, there were still a few fortunate souls who could survive, but in front of the fire mages and gunners on either side, no one could escape with their lives.
So you see, the expected breakthrough point was still the same, the only path to survival remained unchanged.
These demonic creatures desperate to survive still had to gamble on that elusive luck...
With the relentless force coming from behind, Mr. Winter stumbled into the crowd of humans, instinctively running forward to avoid dying under the hooves of his own kind.
The blade light erupted once more ahead, and under this irresistible great power, Mr. Winter could only shut his eyes tight, waiting for the final judgment of fate.
However, when the blade light whizzed past, Mr. Winter opened his eyes in confusion. He first looked at Little Winter and then at himself...
There were no wounds.
But aside from that, his surroundings had already turned into a quagmire of flesh and blood.
At this moment, the survivors—Mr. Winter and Little Winter—stood out like enormous pillars in the lake, so conspicuous.
Luck...
No, this wasn't luck...
Looking at the little warrior leaning on his war blade, Mr. Winter suddenly came to a realization.
Because he saw the shape of the little warrior's mouth.
"Go!"
...
Gesturing the words "you go," Kamen suddenly felt a sense of sublimation...
Ugh, what a ridiculous sublimation.
Casting aside the strange fantasies in his mind, Kamen looked at the bewildered Mr. Winter and couldn't help but gesture again.
"Get out of here!"
The ancient demon holding the child suddenly woke up. He stepped on the blood and stumbled over to Kamen's side, barely managing to whisper a thank you before Kamen kicked him away into the distance.
This scene of intentionally letting him go was so eye-catching that the demonic clan behind suddenly erupted in chaos, charging towards Kamen, only to hand over their lives under the cold blade.